Dreams

Across few blocks,

Stands tall and colossal,

A building named The Royal,

Which is home to a girl with coffee colored locks,

Unassuming and Docile.

She watches out of her window,

Staring blankly at sky,

That is clear and sunny,

While she dreams on things to do,

If she had wings to fly.

She would soar up,

Away from the silly world,

That laughs at her every flaw and blunder,

And makes her feel want to give up,

On dreams she had carefully stitched.

She would spread,

Love and Joy,

To places ripped,

By war and misery,

Conflicts and poverty.

She would remove,

Fears and insecurity,

Engulfing everybody,

And instill in them hopes,

To fly high.